After a long war, the territory of Shenzhou was divided into five parts, and the five countries stood side by side and shared the world. The snow region is located in the northeast, Nanyue is located in the southeast, the northwest is the Dian country, and the southwest is the Buddha land. Among the four directions is Pengcheng.

Pengcheng, there are countless forces in the rivers and lakes, and the most dazzling one is the Wuyang Palace.

The generations of disciples of Wuyang Hall are all famous figures in the rivers and lakes, such as Wuyang Patriarch Yang Ming, and the descendants of Li Xinglie, Yun Feiyang, etc., all of whom are the leaders of their time.

In the early morning, the sun rises, shining on the towering Wuyang Mountain, the mountains are full of maple trees, the golden sunlight penetrates into the forest, as if the whole forest is dyed with dazzling gold, from a distance, it is like two rounds of the sun shining in the sky, it is particularly beautiful. The fog at the top of the mountain lingers all year round, adding a touch of mystery to the whole mountain.

For the people on Wuyang Mountain, today is a big day.

On Wuyang Mountain in Pengcheng is located the largest Jianghu sect in Shenzhou - Wuyang Palace. Today is the day when the younger generation of disciples in the hall compete for the qualification to go down the mountain.

The sword shadows flew everywhere on the mountain peak, the sharp sword blade sharpened the pine needles of the green pine on the mountain in all directions, almost all the disciples were working hard to prepare for the big competition, and the mountain was warm and noisy, changing the quiet and tranquil atmosphere of the past.

With the sound of a somber bell, the disciples who were scattered around the practice stopped all kinds of swords in their hands and gathered in the square in front of the Wuyang Palace.

Luo Yi, the head of Wuyang, sat on the square, Luo Yi's junior brother Su Ting also rarely returned, standing behind his senior brother Luo Yi, Su Ting's eyebrows were heroic, dressed in white, and he was hunted by the mountain wind, as if he was going to go away at any time, and he still had the hidden sword given by the head of the previous generation hanging on his waist, which made him stand tall and handsome like jade, as long as he stood there, he could attract the attention of countless female disciples.

Su Ting and Mei Xiao went up the mountain almost at the same time, and when the elders taught the new disciples to learn the basic skills, Su Ting was already the most prominent one, and in comparison, Mei Xiao was inferior.

Su Ting's sword moves tend to be sharp and sharp, but Mei Xiao's swordsmanship has a frank and solemn momentum, initially, although Mei Xiao's talent is not as good as Su Ting, but in the long practice, Mei Xiao gradually caught up, although it is still not as good as Su Ting, but it can also be called the best in the history of Wuyang Palace.

Therefore, there is no doubt that Mei Xiao will be able to get a place in this big competition. Unlike the disciples who were cramming Buddha's feet temporarily, Mei Xiao looked very leisurely, holding his strange black sword, walking in the shade of the trees by the square to take a dip, and still holding a dogtail grass in his mouth.

Luo Yi, who was on the high platform in the distance, saw that his disciples didn't pay attention to Dabi so much, and he was so angry that his gray beard rose to the sky. But for the sake of hosting Dabi today, let's save the anger for later, Luo Yi comforted himself, so as not to lose control of his emotions.

After a long and complicated worship ceremony, Dabi officially began.

Wuyang's mountain competition is extremely demanding, and every disciple who wants to go out of the mountain to experience has to go through the wheel battles of all challengers, as long as one loses, he will come again next time. Even if he wins, he still has to go through the moral assessment of the elders, and his martial arts are high, but the disciples whose virtues are corrupted are not allowed to go down the mountain.

The first few competitions were not distinctive, but the young disciples who had just started came up to play a few newly practiced flower fist embroidered legs, and the sword moves were sluggish and rusty, and they did not touch the essence of Wuyang Palace's swordsmanship at all.

Gradually, there are more and more powerful people on the field, and the competition on the field is becoming more and more intense, and the number of times that Luo Yi, the head of the head who sits at the top, nods and approves is becoming more and more frequent, but Su Ting, who is standing behind the head, is much more stingy than the head, just looking at the field with a smile, and there is no other action.

At this time, the elder who was presiding over the competition shouted in the audience: "The head disciple Xuan Feng is against the third elder disciple Bai Yun!"

Xuan Feng is the elder brother of the entire Wuyang, he is humble and polite on weekdays, and he is also very friendly to his fellow disciples, and always completes the things that Luo Yi gave him to do very properly, the only drawback is that he doesn't like to practice swords, but likes to use strange things as weapons, and he has been taught repeatedly, I don't know how much Luo Yi's beard has been lost.

This time, Xuan Feng was holding a weapon that shocked the audience - a brush. This brush is several times longer than an ordinary brush, the whole body is glowing with silver light, and the place where it should be a hairy one has been changed to the shape of the tip of a sword, and everyone present has never seen such a strange weapon, and the audience is silent, and even the opponent Bai Yun is stunned and motionless.

Luo Yi endured very hard today.

First of all, the beloved disciple didn't pay attention to Dabi at all, and then the first apprentice used this strange weapon, which simply made him lose face, and now Luo Yi's face has been turned black, as if he is about to drip ink in the next second.

On the field, Xuan Feng raised the pen in his hand and said lightly: "Senior brother, please." ”

Bai Yun Qingfeng was shocked, and struck out suddenly, the long sword was like a silver dragon, heading straight for Xuan Feng; Xuan Feng's pen tip shook, like a flash of lightning shot out, the last shot came first, and stabbed straight to Bai Yun's vital point, Bai Yun had to immediately retreat the long sword and withdraw the attack. This time, Xuan Feng took the lead, and a pen danced as fast as thunder, with a loud sound.

Su Ting on the high platform also squinted his eyes slightly: "It's a little interesting." ”

In less than twenty rounds, Bai Yun stumbled left and right, moved and dodged, couldn't hold on any longer, sweated profusely, and was defeated in embarrassment.

There was a cheer from the audience, Xuan Feng stretched out his hand, pulled up Bai Yun who fell to the ground, and said, "It's okay, senior brother believes that you will be able to defeat me next time." ”

Bai Yun retreated with shame on his face, and the elder continued to name: "The head disciple Xuan Feng is against the head disciple Mei Xiao. ”

Mei Xiao spit out the dogtail grass in her mouth, held the strange sword in her arms, walked up to the stage slowly, and gently waved her senior brother: "Hello, senior brother." ”

Xuan Feng's face was strange and a little dignified, and he didn't say a word after saluting his junior brother, and his gesture was raised, and he launched an attack like lightning, a move was not finished, the trick changed early, the pen in his hand flew up and down, and in an instant, he had used more than a dozen potentials in Wuyang swordsmanship, and his luck and strength were almost concentrated on Xuan Feng's lifelong learning.

Mei Xiao still looked lazy, and pulled out the pitch-black strange sword very slowly at a speed that could be seen clearly by the whole audience, and it seemed that he swung a sword very slowly, and with just one sword, he blocked all the complicated moves of Xuan Feng. Suddenly, Mei Xiao's sword became faster, except for Su Ting and a few others, none of the junior disciples could see what was happening, only to see a flash of black light, and Xuan Feng's silver pen drew a beautiful arc and flew outside the ring.

Xuan Feng smiled bitterly: "It's still the senior brother who is more skilled, and the senior brother is willing to bow down." ”